cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Breaking Camp

Summer is slowly pulling up stakes
Bombarding acorns ping loudly
On iron patio tables
The weather grows chilly
Heat for the pool turned off for the season
Time for our word game to move indoors

Dear Belle who’s now gone
Kept our things in her closet
Pillows that cushioned the hard iron chairs
Red bag of stones that held down cards when the wind blew
Now need new lodgings until summer returns
Cards stay with us to play word games inside

As a call went out for winter storage
I searched my apartment and found just the thing
A shelf high in a cabinet I cannot reach
Empty and waiting to be filled with the promise
Of summer and joy of word games with friends
Also  memories of the season just passed

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Haiku: Silvery Light

Full moon in night sky
Behind shadowed tree branches
Sets me to dreaming

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Haiku: New Math

Long planned trip cancelled
Calendar blessedly free
The respite I need

A marvelous thing
Subtracting equals adding
Result less is more

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Haiku: Indwelling

I open my door
Sunlight shining through windows
A bright welcome home

Quiet peace fills me
Hanging up my old jacket
I sigh a deep breath

I’ve lived here five years
Made a whole new beginning
Yet things keep changing

The constant bedrock
This dear space occupies me
A promise secure

In response to Daily Prompt: Inhabit

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Haiku: Natural Eclipsing

Prepared for eclipse
Geared with paper and pin holes
Awaiting big show

Image on paper
Tiny, less than impressive
Till someone noticed

On patio stones
At our feet there were crescents
Shadows abounding

New way of viewing
Sunlight shining made shadows
Through oak leaf pin holes

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Sea-scapades: Part Two

The sand has its own challenge
I found as I sat in my chair
Low to the ground and comfy
Not so when it’s time to arise

My legs do not work in close quarters
Needing more distance to stand
I dug with my heels like a turtle
And carved a big hole in the sand

I rocked forward a few times
Until I was almost launched
Caught my balance and stood up
A bona fide victor at last.

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Sea-scapades: Part One

The ocean was quietly rolling
Wonderful day at the beach
Memory of past times beguiling
I walked straight into the surf

Confidant I could still do it
I waded still further  out
Wave one and wave two I maneuvered
Wave three was a total rout

I landed flat backwards and splashing
Legs waving high in the air
My son saw me flailing, gave me a hand
Eventually I was upright

I cannot describe my sadness
To face up to this simple loss
I’ve played in the water since childhood
Now I am like a beached whale.

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Haiku: Taking Leave

I’m off to the beach
With my family galore
Weather report rain

A wet week in store
We will have fun just the same
No need for sunscreen

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Haiku: Perspective

Morning sun’s first rays
Slanting westward golden beams
Brightening the day

Evening finds sun gleaming
Eastward on the other hand
Brilliant curtain fall

My window looks south
Sitting sideways to the sun
Arching daily route

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Saying Goodbye

Belle died at noon on Saturday
She left in peace with family around
Her ninety-seven years a testament
To life well lived and loved.
A friend to us who knew her well
She left a vacancy not soon filled

This morning the swimming pool is blue
Sun and fair skies foretell a lovely day.
Belle loved the pool in Summer
And sunning on the patio in Autumn
When falling leaves transformed the color scheme
Before Winter sent Belle back inside.

We played our Scrabble-like word game Royalty
By the pool or in the Party Room upstairs
Belle was the queen who beat us all
At forming words some of her own creation
She seemed to pull letters out of nowhere
To fashion words sometimes bizarre.

Belle is gone and yet I see her everywhere
Dressed in her Thriftique classy clothes
Speaking out to bring justice to the world
Celebrating Seder with generations of her family
Including us as her adopted relatives
Teaching us the ropes to vote absentee

Belle has been freed from suffering.
It was a grief to see her bowed so low
My heart rises remembering the wonder
Of the very special person that Belle was
Now living on in vibrant memories.
I did not know loss could produce such gain.

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